Every time we pass your block
Tell me why are you squinting?
You'll talk less with a glock in your mouth
Glock in mouth
Glock-glock-glock-glock in the mouth
I know why you're afraid Renoi, it's big money that you owe me
Plus you've been on voicemail for months, yeah yeah
Messaging for months, yeah yeah
Me-me-me-message for months
We live on the march among the crack, the ax, we want a big clash
We jump on the bandwagon, we give you big slaps
No attachment except the bracelets in total paranoia
I dreamed of whores, of kilos of coke like Maradona
All that to tell you that rap is my domain man
Vest in the shadows, hair bristling like a Doberman
Tell the republic that it can stick its fingers ah
I have a habit of not respecting the laws
I asked the wall for directions, he told me to go straight
He's a dirty cop, not crazy, but straight on, I'll kill him
If one day I had to slaughter a pig, I would wear gloves for hygiene
Molotov are the cocktails, Parisian ring of fire
All the pleasure is mine when it hits dry
Sometimes victory is fatal to the winner of the battle
Brother the desperate don't get a second chance brother B2O
Besides, united like the tariff against the white sharks
The cops don't like us like the pestle hidden in the socks
Really stupid dogs who don't find tits in a peep show
OK it's done but I have the right to my phone call like in the movies
The slimy guy shows up and takes me out of here and I tear myself away from the vile people here
OK I find my inspiration in what you are trying to escape
OK MC too true for me to cross-dress
Don't pull the vest if you don't want me to get up
My scars remind me that my past is not a dream
Every time we pass your block
Tell me why are you squinting?
You'll talk less with a glock in your mouth
Glock in mouth
Glock-glock-glock-glock in the mouth
I know why you're afraid Renoi, it's big money that you owe me
Plus you've been on voicemail for months, yeah yeah
Messaging for months, yeah yeah
Me-me-me-message for months
All my life in front of the goals waiting for the decisive pass
Handcuffed, uncuffed, multiple offender
In interviews or on stage B2O always neat
Niggas got hate I got the price of a Clio on my wrist
If you have the hope of angering me, of clashing with me, God forgive you
I have a big Smith & Weston all black ready to spit
Everyone takes the microphone, thinks they're Capone
I swear they just tore up a few old ones, burned a few cars
Grudges never die, they just lie dormant
I bring back the nightmare of the colonies for cash change, oh yeah
They come down in helmets to gas the squé-mo
Should perhaps have acted by burning the vehicle in Sarko
But don't give a damn about them, it's Bled that's big for those who admit
Watch for the go scavou recipe on the crutch
Treated like murderers, without remission
The only thing they could have taken down was maybe our trash.
Every time we pass your block
Tell me why are you squinting?
You'll talk less with a glock in your mouth
Glock in mouth
Glock-glock-glock-glock in the mouth
I know why you're afraid Renoi, it's big money that you owe me
Plus you've been on voicemail for months, yeah yeah
Messaging for months, yeah yeah
Me-me-me-messaging for months
Now that you don't have a donkey, don't tell me you're stupid
Your tricards are in Panama and you think you're doing it wrong
Big guy, I'm not a philanderer, everything here is treacherous
We're leaving the crime scene my daver on a V-max, yeah yeah
It's some dirty nigger rap, welcome to the jungle
Ass HS, our planet
Ball and chain at my feet, so I'm going back up the slope
I chant the street, it's decided, I'm going straight to the top 50, yeah yeah
